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Going into hiding is hard

Going into hiding

Part 1

By Tcheser

Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn?t blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob?s doings he would personally make sure Sal?s time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA?s offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.

A month later Sal was out of NewYork and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn?t stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.

As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn?t shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn?t really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.

Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn?t really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.

The first thing he did was wake up his lovely wife at 6 am. Annabelle had been up late as usual talking with her fancy friends in NewYork and Paris and was thus still sleeping hard. She rarely got up before noon in fact. This though was the first thing Sal was going to change. She whined as he shook her and didn?t move a muscle until he took the covers and splashed a cup of water in her face.

Annabelle sputtered and cursed then demanded to know what was going on at which point Sal explained. He told her that they were now in Iowa and in Iowa things were done a bit differently. If they were going to live here he told her they needed to adjust and try and blend in. And in Iowa housewives did not sleep until noon. Annabelle was arrogant, vain and superficial, but she listened to Sal. She was also from a crime related family and although not a criminal herself she knew what these animals were capable of. So she got up and quickly through on her robe.

Next Sal wanted breakfast. He said it was too early to go anywhere or order anything so since Annabelle was up she could make breakfast. Annabelle of course wasn?t eager but did as Sal said. She made a simple breakfast of eggs and sausages and juice. She wasn?t a very skilled cook, but Sal said it was pretty good and encouraged her with the fact that she would only improve with more practice.

After breakfast Sal told his wife that they were going out. He was going to treat her to a day of beauty and shopping he said. Watching her eyes light up and her fake little kisses on his cheeks Sal couldn?t wait for the payoff. Annabelle hurried and got dressed. As always she was very much overdressed. She wore a sleek red dress with a short fur coat, silk stockings and high stiletto heels. Her long blonde hair and sultry face was reminiscent of a late 30?s movie star. Sure she looked sexy as hell, but then she always did. It was exciting for other men to see her slutty attire but Sal had fucked her so many times it was almost more stimulating to him to see her at her worst. They climbed into his FBI leased Buick regal and were off.

The first stop was the beauty parlor. Up until now Annabelle had been traveling an hour to the closest big city and going to a real ritzy and expensive beauty parlor. The parlor Sal drove to today was along the main street of the small sleepy Iowa town. It wasn?t a fancy place, there was a classier parlor with a French name down the street for the more well to do town ladies. When they pulled up in front of the establishment Annabelle took one look, took off her fashionable sunglasses and turned to look sternly at Sal. She said she couldn?t go to this place, it was shabby. Sal replied calmly that this was where the ladies in town went. He didn?t mention the other salon. After a moments silence Sal got out of the car and opened Annabelle?s door. Hesitantly she got out and after some urging approached the little beauty parlor sandwiched between the donut shop and $.99 store. A number of high school age boys were hanging out in front. When Annabelle past by them they all stopped goofing about. She was the hottest thing they had ever seen in the flesh and they immediately started making obscene proposals and making wolf whistles. Annabelle always liked such attention and despite Sal?s stern glance she blew them a little kiss and straightened her stockings on the curb. It made her hot that she knew a number of them were going to immediately run behind the store and rub one out.

The place wasn?t large. It had only three chairs, two sinks and three dryers. There were a half dozen middle aged and older ladies and three beauty parlor employees. Everyone looked at them when they entered the salon. Annabelle looked hopeful when she saw that there were at least three women in front of her. These hopes were shattered though when he told her to have a seat and wait her turn. He said she needed to meet some of the local women so she wouldn?t be on the phone with NewYork and Paris all the time exposing them. He then left her there to run some errands.

Sal returned an hour later just in time as a hairdresser called Annabelle?s name. Reluctantly Annabelle went with the hairdresser at Sal?s insistence. She was asked how she wanted her hair and what she would like done, but Sal answered for her. One look from him and she knew she couldn?t argue. Somewhat amused that the looker was having her hair styled per her husband?s orders the hairdresser, Georgia, waited patiently as Sal explained what he wanted. For his own amusement and to torture Annabelle, Sal then slowly guided Georgia to do Annabelle up just the way he wanted.

He had noticed that his wife had chipped one of her nails while she was doing the dishes that morning after breakfast. Annabelle always had long nails and currently had a glorious set of two inch long French tipped acrylic nails. She liked to paint them in flashy dark reds or bright pinks with sparkles. Sal told Georgia to cut and file them down to the quick and remove any nail polish. Annabelle gasped but did nothing to anger her husband as Georgia trimmed her beautiful nails down to square little nothings. Her nails hadn?t been that short since she was eleven.

Sal wasn?t sure about the hair or makeup just yet but was sure they needed to do something with it. Catching onto Sal?s intent here Georgia suggested they wash Annabelle?s face and shampoo her hair so she would be ready for whatever they intended to do next. She would be a clean slate so to say. Sal agreed that was a wonderful idea. He then read a magazine and tried to hide his mirth as Georgia went about removing all of Annabelle?s jewelry. She didn?t want it to get in the way or be misplaced. Sal took possession of it for safekeeping. That done Georgia then undertook the chore of removing all of Annabelle?s carefully applied makeup and cosmetics. Sal averted his gaze as to not spoil his own surprise. He did notice the two move to the shampoo station though.

A few minutes later they were back at the styling chair and Sal rejoined them. Annabelle seemed to be in a sour mood, but Sal ignored her. He told Georgia he had decided how he wanted her hair done. He then handed Georgia the magazine and pointed to a picture in it. Georgia nodded and asked it he wanted it that color as well. He said he did and almost laughed aloud when he heard Annabelle gasp. She had always enjoyed the many compliments her light golden blonde hair had garnered for her. She couldn?t imagine changing her hair color. Sal went for a smoke while Georgia did her work.

When he returned he was not disappointed. Georgia had done a great job and he would have to remember to give her a huge tip. She had given poor Annabelle the exact cut from the magazine and to Sal?s delight and his wife?s horror it was just as unflattering as he had imagined it would be. She pouted delightfully as she sat there. Her long wavy golden tresses were long gone. Her hair was now a dull lifeless brown and cut in a tapered bob cut. Her once chest level hair now fell no lower then her ear level. She also now had a set of high limp bangs. Sal could almost detect tears. He told Georgia it was perfect. It was just the thing for a busy homemaker who didn?t have much time to spend on her hair.

Georgia asked at this point how he would like her makeup. Sal smiled and replied that he needed some time to think about that and she should just leave her bare for now. Georgia giggled a bit. Annabelle was aghast though as Sal paid the bill and led her completely devoid of makeup out of the salon. She was never without makeup and felt dull and plain when she wasn?t wearing it. She had to look away as they passed the other ladies on their way out the door.

Somewhat fearful of the way the day was turning out Annabelle asked Sal what they were doing next as they walked down main street. Sal just smiled as his plan continued along its scheduled route. Then he took her hand an guided her into a store. It happened so fast she didn?t have a chance to see what it was. Once inside it was clear it was a ladies clothing store. She asked where she was and Sal was delighted to tell her she was in a dress barn. On a number of occasions Sal recalled hearing Annabelle joke with her friends about the store and the poor sluts who had to shop there. Now she was here herself and Sal said she was going to buy some new clothes. Horrified Sal had to lead her further into the store.

A dreary young woman named Rita was the only person working at this hour. Eventually she came to see what they needed. Sal greeted her warmly and took aside so they could speak as conspirators. He slipped her a hundred dollar bill to get the ball rolling. Once she was on board he explained in a louder voice so that Annabelle could hear that she was going to be spending a lot of time around the house cleaning and keeping it up. She therefore needed several durable garments to wear. As they would only be seen around the house they didn?t need to be fancy or anything. If she had any seconds or returns in the back that would be acceptable.

Rita went to see what she had with the gleam in her eye that could only be enjoyment at seeing Annabelle?s wife degrade her like this. When she returned she carried several garments. With the ok from Sal she then helped his wife undress so she could try them on. Sal loved seeing his stuck up wife divested of her fancy clothes by the common little dress barn clerk. When she was stripped down to her imported silk bra and panties Sal had another idea. He asked if they sold underwear. They didn?t as he thought. That was okay he told Rita and instructed her quietly to find Annabelle three of the ugliest least flattering dresses in the place and prepare for a fashion show when he returned. Rita smiled and agreed and Sal left.

When he returned the two women were waiting for him. Rita stopped the folding she was doing and happily rejoined the fun. Sal gave Annabelle a bag he had brought with him. Inside she found a cheap cotton long line bra and a pair of very large full coverage white cotton panties. They were both fruit of the loom. She knew Sal wanted her to put them on so she pulled off her expensive lingerie and put on the cheap counterparts Sal had bought her. They looked and felt horrible. They didn?t flatter her figure at all and made her feel quite insecure.

Next came the fashion show. Rita helped Annabelle try on and parade around in three different dresses. The first was an awful green affair with purple flower appliqu?. It was short sleeved and hung on her like a sack. The second was a blue jean material dress with a frilly lace hem and collar. It was a very odd dress. Lastly was a jumper style dress of blue corduroy. With it she wore a striped green and yellow blouse. It was terribly embarrassing for the clotheshorse Annabelle to walk around in the awful tacky clothing. Sal asked her then which dress she like the best and which one the least. Starting to catch on Annabelle figured that Sal would make her wear the one she hated. It didn?t matter much though as she hated them all and told him so. Sal thought that was very disrespectful a thing to say in front of an employee of the store. As a way of apologizing he said he would buy all three outfits and she could wear the one she was currently wearing home. He then said he was a little short of cash and asked if Rita would make a trade. After the amusement he had already supplied her Rita would have given the clothes to Sal for free, but her interest was peaked. She asked him what he had to trade. Sal smiled and handed her all of Annabelle?s cast off designer clothing. These were worth many times what Sal was purchasing. Annabelle?s jaw dropped in silent horror. None the less he also dug into his pocket and threw in all the jewelry Annabelle had been wearing earlier that morning. Annabelle despite herself couldn?t help but scrunch up her pretty face and curse. She couldn?t believe her husband was giving away her fancy dress and her best jewelry away to some shop girl. Sal gave that look again and she stifled it though.

Thrilled Rita accepted all Sal offered. She even asked if he would like to see her in the new garb. Sal said he would. A moment later she reappeared from the changing room. No longer was she a dreary salesgirl. Now she looked like a Parisian runway model. Sal thought it was great and made Annabelle complement her on her style. She didn?t want to but did it anyway. The salesgirl just beamed and twirled about in her new clothes. Sal said her was pleased he could make her so happy.

Sal then produced another item he purchased while he was out. As Rita now had Annabelle?s heels she was barefoot. That wouldn?t do so Sal had purchased her some new shoes. She was not impressed by the imitation blue keds. She put the shoes on though; it was slightly better then being barefoot. She wore them reluctantly with the white cotton socks he had also gotten her. Now from head to toe she noticed in the mirror she was a very plain looking Iowa housewife. Additionally Rita also now towered over her. Annabelle was only about 5?4? and so always wore shoes with at least a four inch heel. Without the help of high heels she was somewhat on the short side. Sal was thrilled and she was horrified.

Pulling her out of the store and waving goodbye to Rita, Sal took her back out onto MainStreet. She was even more humiliated now then before and kept her head low and averted from everyone she saw. Sal saw her doing this and told her to stop and walk properly. He even gave her a swat across the ass to prove his seriousness. Annabelle did a little hop when he spanked her. That was another new thing. Where they came from if a man was mad at a woman he slapped her. The swat on the ass seemed very white bread and very Midwestern. Annabelle then put on her dark designer sunglasses. At least with them on she didn?t have to look anyone in the eye. Sal noticed her wearing them though and snagged them from her. He told her it wasn?t bright enough to wear such things and besides they didn?t go with her outfit. Then to her chagrin he tossed them in a trash can they passed.

They then entered the town municipal building. It housed the police station, courthouse, and Clerk?s office and just about everything else. Sal led Annabelle by the arm down the hall to the DMV. Inside was a lone clerk looking bored and reading a magazine. She was a somewhat overweight woman and dour women who never expected much of anyone. Sal brought Annabelle up to the counter and waited happily for the clerk to come help them. Annabelle insisted on knowing why they were there. Sal told her that in Iowa women often had to do for themselves. He couldn?t chauffer her around so she would need to get a local up to date drivers license. That didn?t sound so bad Annabelle thought she might even get her own car out of this.

Finally the clerk came over and asked how she could help. Sal told her right off that his wife needed a new driver?s license. Grunting something she handed them the forms. She actually slid them toward Annabelle but they were intercepted by Sal. She didn?t care really who filled out the forms though and shrugged as she walked back to her magazine. Sal then began to fill out the forms. Annabelle was curious at what he was writing but he wouldn?t let her see it. He then handed in the forms to the clerk. He saw that her name tag labeled her Betty.

Shortly Betty returned to them and went over a few things with them. First was the matter of insurance which Sal provided proof of. Then there were a few local laws that they needed to be made aware of. Then Betty went over physical description. Ethnicity White. Height 5?8?. Weight 129. Hair Brown. Eyes Blue. She then went to confirm that Annabelle didn?t need glasses. Annabelle said that was right. Sal absently mentioned that he guessed contacts didn?t count. Betty froze, hushed them and told them they did in fact count. Annabelle silently cursed. Her contacts were one of her biggest secrets. Betty led her over to the eye test. She administrated the test quickly once and then told Betty to remove her contacts. Slowly Annabelle did so. Without them her eyes were no longer the beautiful baby blue she was known for. Now they were just her plain old natural brown. She then read or tried to read the eye chart again. It was no use she had pretty bad vision without her glasses. Digging around Betty had her try on a number of corrective lenses until she found the one that fixed her vision. That settled she marked that Annabelle had to wear corrective lenses when driving.

Annabelle sighed heavily and turned to take off the glasses and put her contact lenses back in. She couldn?t find them though. They weren?t where she left them and she couldn?t find them anywhere. Helpfully Sal asked if she could keep the glasses until they found her contact lenses. Betty was about to say no, but then she looked at the awful black frames that Annabelle would have to wear and sadistically said that she could have them. She then guided poor Annabelle over to get her new picture taken.

This was sheer torture for Annabelle. To have this horrible day immortalized on her driver license was unbearable and she nearly broke down right there. Betty chuckled a little as she took the picture and went to develop it and then laminate the ID. Before she knew it Betty was back and after Sal paid her she handed her the new ID. She knew it had to be horrible and avoided looking at it as long as she could. Sal quickly led her out of the office and back to the street. Finally though Annabelle made herself look at the ID. It was worse then she had thought. Sure the picture was crummy. It showed her awful haircut, plain face, glasses, and her frumpy clothing from her chest up. What was worse was what it said. Gertrude Marjorie Watkins, age 32. That wasn?t her terrible name and that was her actual age. Sal just chuckled, called her Gerty and told her to hurry along.

Soon they came back upon their car. The boys were still and were still goofing off in front of the hardware store. She walked right past them and they didn?t give her a second glance. This hurt Annabelle deeply but she kept walking. Then one of the boys called out to Sal and asked where the hot blonde he came here with was. Sal just shrugged and disappointed the boys went back to flinging soda cans onto the roof. Upon hearing this Annabelle started to cry openly as she got into the car. Everything was so different for her now looking the way she did. She was so humiliated she wanted to die. Sal turned to look at her as he got in the car. He smiled. His work was done. She was miserable just like him and could share in the shame of their hiding. It may seem mean but the old saying is true misery loves company.

Going into hiding

Part 1

By Tcheser

Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn?t blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob?s doings he would personally make sure Sal?s time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA?s offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.

A month later Sal was out of NewYork and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn?t stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.

As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn?t shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn?t really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.

Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn?t really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.

The first thing he did was wake up his lovely wife at 6 am. Annabelle had been up late as usual talking with her fancy friends in NewYork and Paris and was thus still sleeping hard. She rarely got up before noon in fact. This though was the first thing Sal was going to change. She whined as he shook her and didn?t move a muscle until he took the covers and splashed a cup of water in her face.

Annabelle sputtered and cursed then demanded to know what was going on at which point Sal explained. He told her that they were now in Iowa and in Iowa things were done a bit differently. If they were going to live here he told her they needed to adjust and try and blend in. And in Iowa housewives did not sleep until noon. Annabelle was arrogant, vain and superficial, but she listened to Sal. She was also from a crime related family and although not a criminal herself she knew what these animals were capable of. So she got up and quickly through on her robe.

Next Sal wanted breakfast. He said it was too early to go anywhere or order anything so since Annabelle was up she could make breakfast. Annabelle of course wasn?t eager but did as Sal said. She made a simple breakfast of eggs and sausages and juice. She wasn?t a very skilled cook, but Sal said it was pretty good and encouraged her with the fact that she would only improve with more practice.

After breakfast Sal told his wife that they were going out. He was going to treat her to a day of beauty and shopping he said. Watching her eyes light up and her fake little kisses on his cheeks Sal couldn?t wait for the payoff. Annabelle hurried and got dressed. As always she was very much overdressed. She wore a sleek red dress with a short fur coat, silk stockings and high stiletto heels. Her long blonde hair and sultry face was reminiscent of a late 30?s movie star. Sure she looked sexy as hell, but then she always did. It was exciting for other men to see her slutty attire but Sal had fucked her so many times it was almost more stimulating to him to see her at her worst. They climbed into his FBI leased Buick regal and were off.

The first stop was the beauty parlor. Up until now Annabelle had been traveling an hour to the closest big city and going to a real ritzy and expensive beauty parlor. The parlor Sal drove to today was along the main street of the small sleepy Iowa town. It wasn?t a fancy place, there was a classier parlor with a French name down the street for the more well to do town ladies. When they pulled up in front of the establishment Annabelle took one look, took off her fashionable sunglasses and turned to look sternly at Sal. She said she couldn?t go to this place, it was shabby. Sal replied calmly that this was where the ladies in town went. He didn?t mention the other salon. After a moments silence Sal got out of the car and opened Annabelle?s door. Hesitantly she got out and after some urging approached the little beauty parlor sandwiched between the donut shop and $.99 store. A number of high school age boys were hanging out in front. When Annabelle past by them they all stopped goofing about. She was the hottest thing they had ever seen in the flesh and they immediately started making obscene proposals and making wolf whistles. Annabelle always liked such attention and despite Sal?s stern glance she blew them a little kiss and straightened her stockings on the curb. It made her hot that she knew a number of them were going to immediately run behind the store and rub one out.

The place wasn?t large. It had only three chairs, two sinks and three dryers. There were a half dozen middle aged and older ladies and three beauty parlor employees. Everyone looked at them when they entered the salon. Annabelle looked hopeful when she saw that there were at least three women in front of her. These hopes were shattered though when he told her to have a seat and wait her turn. He said she needed to meet some of the local women so she wouldn?t be on the phone with NewYork and Paris all the time exposing them. He then left her there to run some errands.

Sal returned an hour later just in time as a hairdresser called Annabelle?s name. Reluctantly Annabelle went with the hairdresser at Sal?s insistence. She was asked how she wanted her hair and what she would like done, but Sal answered for her. One look from him and she knew she couldn?t argue. Somewhat amused that the looker was having her hair styled per her husband?s orders the hairdresser, Georgia, waited patiently as Sal explained what he wanted. For his own amusement and to torture Annabelle, Sal then slowly guided Georgia to do Annabelle up just the way he wanted.

He had noticed that his wife had chipped one of her nails while she was doing the dishes that morning after breakfast. Annabelle always had long nails and currently had a glorious set of two inch long French tipped acrylic nails. She liked to paint them in flashy dark reds or bright pinks with sparkles. Sal told Georgia to cut and file them down to the quick and remove any nail polish. Annabelle gasped but did nothing to anger her husband as Georgia trimmed her beautiful nails down to square little nothings. Her nails hadn?t been that short since she was eleven.

Sal wasn?t sure about the hair or makeup just yet but was sure they needed to do something with it. Catching onto Sal?s intent here Georgia suggested they wash Annabelle?s face and shampoo her hair so she would be ready for whatever they intended to do next. She would be a clean slate so to say. Sal agreed that was a wonderful idea. He then read a magazine and tried to hide his mirth as Georgia went about removing all of Annabelle?s jewelry. She didn?t want it to get in the way or be misplaced. Sal took possession of it for safekeeping. That done Georgia then undertook the chore of removing all of Annabelle?s carefully applied makeup and cosmetics. Sal averted his gaze as to not spoil his own surprise. He did notice the two move to the shampoo station though.

A few minutes later they were back at the styling chair and Sal rejoined them. Annabelle seemed to be in a sour mood, but Sal ignored her. He told Georgia he had decided how he wanted her hair done. He then handed Georgia the magazine and pointed to a picture in it. Georgia nodded and asked it he wanted it that color as well. He said he did and almost laughed aloud when he heard Annabelle gasp. She had always enjoyed the many compliments her light golden blonde hair had garnered for her. She couldn?t imagine changing her hair color. Sal went for a smoke while Georgia did her work.

When he returned he was not disappointed. Georgia had done a great job and he would have to remember to give her a huge tip. She had given poor Annabelle the exact cut from the magazine and to Sal?s delight and his wife?s horror it was just as unflattering as he had imagined it would be. She pouted delightfully as she sat there. Her long wavy golden tresses were long gone. Her hair was now a dull lifeless brown and cut in a tapered bob cut. Her once chest level hair now fell no lower then her ear level. She also now had a set of high limp bangs. Sal could almost detect tears. He told Georgia it was perfect. It was just the thing for a busy homemaker who didn?t have much time to spend on her hair.

Georgia asked at this point how he would like her makeup. Sal smiled and replied that he needed some time to think about that and she should just leave her bare for now. Georgia giggled a bit. Annabelle was aghast though as Sal paid the bill and led her completely devoid of makeup out of the salon. She was never without makeup and felt dull and plain when she wasn?t wearing it. She had to look away as they passed the other ladies on their way out the door.

Somewhat fearful of the way the day was turning out Annabelle asked Sal what they were doing next as they walked down main street. Sal just smiled as his plan continued along its scheduled route. Then he took her hand an guided her into a store. It happened so fast she didn?t have a chance to see what it was. Once inside it was clear it was a ladies clothing store. She asked where she was and Sal was delighted to tell her she was in a dress barn. On a number of occasions Sal recalled hearing Annabelle joke with her friends about the store and the poor sluts who had to shop there. Now she was here herself and Sal said she was going to buy some new clothes. Horrified Sal had to lead her further into the store.

A dreary young woman named Rita was the only person working at this hour. Eventually she came to see what they needed. Sal greeted her warmly and took aside so they could speak as conspirators. He slipped her a hundred dollar bill to get the ball rolling. Once she was on board he explained in a louder voice so that Annabelle could hear that she was going to be spending a lot of time around the house cleaning and keeping it up. She therefore needed several durable garments to wear. As they would only be seen around the house they didn?t need to be fancy or anything. If she had any seconds or returns in the back that would be acceptable.

Rita went to see what she had with the gleam in her eye that could only be enjoyment at seeing Annabelle?s wife degrade her like this. When she returned she carried several garments. With the ok from Sal she then helped his wife undress so she could try them on. Sal loved seeing his stuck up wife divested of her fancy clothes by the common little dress barn clerk. When she was stripped down to her imported silk bra and panties Sal had another idea. He asked if they sold underwear. They didn?t as he thought. That was okay he told Rita and instructed her quietly to find Annabelle three of the ugliest least flattering dresses in the place and prepare for a fashion show when he returned. Rita smiled and agreed and Sal left.

When he returned the two women were waiting for him. Rita stopped the folding she was doing and happily rejoined the fun. Sal gave Annabelle a bag he had brought with him. Inside she found a cheap cotton long line bra and a pair of very large full coverage white cotton panties. They were both fruit of the loom. She knew Sal wanted her to put them on so she pulled off her expensive lingerie and put on the cheap counterparts Sal had bought her. They looked and felt horrible. They didn?t flatter her figure at all and made her feel quite insecure.

Next came the fashion show. Rita helped Annabelle try on and parade around in three different dresses. The first was an awful green affair with purple flower appliqu?. It was short sleeved and hung on her like a sack. The second was a blue jean material dress with a frilly lace hem and collar. It was a very odd dress. Lastly was a jumper style dress of blue corduroy. With it she wore a striped green and yellow blouse. It was terribly embarrassing for the clotheshorse Annabelle to walk around in the awful tacky clothing. Sal asked her then which dress she like the best and which one the least. Starting to catch on Annabelle figured that Sal would make her wear the one she hated. It didn?t matter much though as she hated them all and told him so. Sal thought that was very disrespectful a thing to say in front of an employee of the store. As a way of apologizing he said he would buy all three outfits and she could wear the one she was currently wearing home. He then said he was a little short of cash and asked if Rita would make a trade. After the amusement he had already supplied her Rita would have given the clothes to Sal for free, but her interest was peaked. She asked him what he had to trade. Sal smiled and handed her all of Annabelle?s cast off designer clothing. These were worth many times what Sal was purchasing. Annabelle?s jaw dropped in silent horror. None the less he also dug into his pocket and threw in all the jewelry Annabelle had been wearing earlier that morning. Annabelle despite herself couldn?t help but scrunch up her pretty face and curse. She couldn?t believe her husband was giving away her fancy dress and her best jewelry away to some shop girl. Sal gave that look again and she stifled it though.

Thrilled Rita accepted all Sal offered. She even asked if he would like to see her in the new garb. Sal said he would. A moment later she reappeared from the changing room. No longer was she a dreary salesgirl. Now she looked like a Parisian runway model. Sal thought it was great and made Annabelle complement her on her style. She didn?t want to but did it anyway. The salesgirl just beamed and twirled about in her new clothes. Sal said her was pleased he could make her so happy.

Sal then produced another item he purchased while he was out. As Rita now had Annabelle?s heels she was barefoot. That wouldn?t do so Sal had purchased her some new shoes. She was not impressed by the imitation blue keds. She put the shoes on though; it was slightly better then being barefoot. She wore them reluctantly with the white cotton socks he had also gotten her. Now from head to toe she noticed in the mirror she was a very plain looking Iowa housewife. Additionally Rita also now towered over her. Annabelle was only about 5?4? and so always wore shoes with at least a four inch heel. Without the help of high heels she was somewhat on the short side. Sal was thrilled and she was horrified.

Pulling her out of the store and waving goodbye to Rita, Sal took her back out onto MainStreet. She was even more humiliated now then before and kept her head low and averted from everyone she saw. Sal saw her doing this and told her to stop and walk properly. He even gave her a swat across the ass to prove his seriousness. Annabelle did a little hop when he spanked her. That was another new thing. Where they came from if a man was mad at a woman he slapped her. The swat on the ass seemed very white bread and very Midwestern. Annabelle then put on her dark designer sunglasses. At least with them on she didn?t have to look anyone in the eye. Sal noticed her wearing them though and snagged them from her. He told her it wasn?t bright enough to wear such things and besides they didn?t go with her outfit. Then to her chagrin he tossed them in a trash can they passed.

They then entered the town municipal building. It housed the police station, courthouse, and Clerk?s office and just about everything else. Sal led Annabelle by the arm down the hall to the DMV. Inside was a lone clerk looking bored and reading a magazine. She was a somewhat overweight woman and dour women who never expected much of anyone. Sal brought Annabelle up to the counter and waited happily for the clerk to come help them. Annabelle insisted on knowing why they were there. Sal told her that in Iowa women often had to do for themselves. He couldn?t chauffer her around so she would need to get a local up to date drivers license. That didn?t sound so bad Annabelle thought she might even get her own car out of this.

Finally the clerk came over and asked how she could help. Sal told her right off that his wife needed a new driver?s license. Grunting something she handed them the forms. She actually slid them toward Annabelle but they were intercepted by Sal. She didn?t care really who filled out the forms though and shrugged as she walked back to her magazine. Sal then began to fill out the forms. Annabelle was curious at what he was writing but he wouldn?t let her see it. He then handed in the forms to the clerk. He saw that her name tag labeled her Betty.

Shortly Betty returned to them and went over a few things with them. First was the matter of insurance which Sal provided proof of. Then there were a few local laws that they needed to be made aware of. Then Betty went over physical description. Ethnicity White. Height 5?8?. Weight 129. Hair Brown. Eyes Blue. She then went to confirm that Annabelle didn?t need glasses. Annabelle said that was right. Sal absently mentioned that he guessed contacts didn?t count. Betty froze, hushed them and told them they did in fact count. Annabelle silently cursed. Her contacts were one of her biggest secrets. Betty led her over to the eye test. She administrated the test quickly once and then told Betty to remove her contacts. Slowly Annabelle did so. Without them her eyes were no longer the beautiful baby blue she was known for. Now they were just her plain old natural brown. She then read or tried to read the eye chart again. It was no use she had pretty bad vision without her glasses. Digging around Betty had her try on a number of corrective lenses until she found the one that fixed her vision. That settled she marked that Annabelle had to wear corrective lenses when driving.

Annabelle sighed heavily and turned to take off the glasses and put her contact lenses back in. She couldn?t find them though. They weren?t where she left them and she couldn?t find them anywhere. Helpfully Sal asked if she could keep the glasses until they found her contact lenses. Betty was about to say no, but then she looked at the awful black frames that Annabelle would have to wear and sadistically said that she could have them. She then guided poor Annabelle over to get her new picture taken.

This was sheer torture for Annabelle. To have this horrible day immortalized on her driver license was unbearable and she nearly broke down right there. Betty chuckled a little as she took the picture and went to develop it and then laminate the ID. Before she knew it Betty was back and after Sal paid her she handed her the new ID. She knew it had to be horrible and avoided looking at it as long as she could. Sal quickly led her out of the office and back to the street. Finally though Annabelle made herself look at the ID. It was worse then she had thought. Sure the picture was crummy. It showed her awful haircut, plain face, glasses, and her frumpy clothing from her chest up. What was worse was what it said. Gertrude Marjorie Watkins, age 32. That wasn?t her terrible name and that was her actual age. Sal just chuckled, called her Gerty and told her to hurry along.

Soon they came back upon their car. The boys were still and were still goofing off in front of the hardware store. She walked right past them and they didn?t give her a second glance. This hurt Annabelle deeply but she kept walking. Then one of the boys called out to Sal and asked where the hot blonde he came here with was. Sal just shrugged and disappointed the boys went back to flinging soda cans onto the roof. Upon hearing this Annabelle started to cry openly as she got into the car. Everything was so different for her now looking the way she did. She was so humiliated she wanted to die. Sal turned to look at her as he got in the car. He smiled. His work was done. She was miserable just like him and could share in the shame of their hiding. It may seem mean but the old saying is true misery loves company.

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